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I’ll let you in on a secret.
I cannot stop thinking about the lunch I packed for myself today.
The lunch that is still sitting inside my adorable Russ & Daughters lunchbox (it came with the caviar and creme de fraiche I presented my boyfriend for Valentine’s Day last year and has now become my go to lunchbox).
The lunch that I side-stepped for the earlier mentioned Chipotle salad.
The lunch that I told myself I’d put in the office fridge and save for tomorrow.
The lunch that I don’t even need (I am, in fact, not hungry at all).
This is clearly a battle of self control, and I am determined to win it.
But I’m also praying the clock tells me it’s 6 o clock as soon as possible so I can get away from this personal hell I’ve created.
